It was daylight when Libby opened her eyes, and they were driving through the most beautiful mountains she had ever imagined. Her whole body and mind were invigorated by the smell of pine needles in the crisp morning atmosphere.

"Gosh, this is beautiful," she sighed, drawing the delicious fresh air deep into her lungs, gazing eagerly at the high, pine-covered mountains above them, guarding the deep cool canyons below. The day passed by rapidly for Libby, captivated as she was by the scenic countryside they were passing through. They made good time, stopping only for gas and a two-hour nap for Gary, who was exhausted after driving all night.

Late that afternoon while passing through a flat farm area, Gary noticed steam seeping out from under the hood of his car.

"Hell, what's the matter?" he muttered, half to himself.

It seemed to be getting worse as big clouds of steam began gushing out of the radiator. Slowing down, he continued on to what looked like a small town ahead. Limping in, the car snorting steam like an angry dragon, they stopped at the only service station in the little community.

Within minutes, the attendant announced that the fan belt was gone and could not be replaced until early the next morning. As much as she hated the idea of stopping her headlong flight, Libby reluctantly agreed when Gary suggested they go to a motel.

"We don't have any choice," Gary reminded her. Then, turning to the mechanic, he asked, "Is there any place around here where we could spend the night?"

"Yeah," he replied. "There's the Cozy Rest Motel just around the corner. It ain't fancy, but it's clean."

"How soon can you have it ready in the morning?" asked Libby.

"Heck, I'll have you on your way by six o'clock," was his reply.

"Guess that's fair enough," Gary laughed, opening his trunk and taking out his suitcase. Libby gathered up her bag and followed him down the road toward the Cozy Rest Motel.